An hour before we were to leave, I told SJ to go pack his things for the sleepover. He started whining and telling us that he didn't want to go. "I don't want to go to Grammy's. Maybe I will go next weekend," said SJ. As if this was an option! My husband said, "SJ, we are celebrating aunt DJ's birthday tonight. Not next weekend." A very teary SJ yells that he is not going. I said, "You have 5 minutes to go pack your things or I will pack them." He stormed off to the playroom, where he began to play some game on his Wii.
After 5 minutes, I went upstairs to again ask him to pack some things. "No, I am not going to Grammy's. Just get a babysitter, "said SJ. "We are not getting a babysitter. You are going to Grammy's," I said in a very frustrated voice. He wouldn't pack his things, so I packed them for him. I told him if he didn't pack his plushies then they would stay home. "They are staying here and so am I," he declared. "No, you are not. Go get your shoes on and get in the car," I told him. He stomped down the stairs crying the whole way.
When the rest of us got into the car, he was still complaining. My husband told him to cut it out. He said Grammy and Pappy love him and they would feel said to know he was complaining about having a sleepover. "Next time you and Mom go out can you get a babysitter?" he asked. "Maybe we will SJ," my husband replied.
He continued to whine the whole way to my parents' house. "Can you come back for me after dinner?" SJ asked. "Depends on how late we are out. You don't want us to wake you," my husband said. "I just want you to come back," SJ said. "We'll see," I said. I knew there was no way we were coming back, but it calmed him down.
I told my mom that he was in a mood and she said he would be fine a few minutes after we left. I called her from the restaurant to see how he was. She said he was still complaining right after we left, so she put him in the corner (her tried and true punishment). She told him he could come out after he stopped complaining. She said he lasted about 5 minutes and then the complaining stopped. She told him she was going to get their dinner and asked if he wanted to come. He said, "No, I will stay with Pappy. I will take 2 hamburgers no pickle, medium fry and a Hi-C orange. You got it." She said, "Yes, I have your order." She and Bob left to get the food and there wasn't any more whining from SJ for the night.
He seemed quite fine when we picked him up the next day. I will remind him of this the next time he starts refusing to go somewhere. Do you think it will help? Doubtful, but I can try!
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